A photo journal of life on America's rails and couches

October 20, 2008

Kalispell, Mont. to Seattle

I'm finally back on the West Coast, though I already miss the we-don't-give-a-damn attitude in Montana. There was something irrationally comforting about hearing gunshots in the morning and knowing the bullets probably weren't headed toward a human.

I'd like to give a final overarching thanks to the Isquith family. Staying with Mom and Dad here in Seattle makes this the fourth Isquith household to put me up on this trip. Again, thank you for keeping this vagrant off the streets.